Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 108: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 99 “¢ Miss Bee he quietly said, ‘‘J know where that little girl lives.” «Oh! you do!’ exclaimed Mrs. Cassandra, suddenly, gladly, turning upon the lad, her face shining with expec- tancy. ‘* Yes, ma'am,” in the same quiet tone. ‘* How is it that you know?” asked the lady in attend- ance. ‘<)o you not remember, Miss Lyle?” he asked. ‘ 'T’here was an lvory-type of her ordered. It took some time to finish it. When done I carried it to the house.” ~*T do not remember,” replied Miss Lyle. «Then it happened the week Miss Thompson was at the desk,” declared the boy. «‘ Where is the house?” asked Mrs. Cassandra, addressing the lad. “On street,” replied he. ‘*What number?” ‘«‘Tdo notremember. I threw away the card. But I know where the house is and can take you to it.” ‘«“You can?” spoke up Mr. Cassandra, his face aglow: «‘' Take us there at once,” handing the lad a silver dollar. The boy thrust the coin into his pocket, and reached for his hat. “There is no hurry, my dear,” suggested Mrs. Cassandra, laying her hand on her husband’s arm. ‘© Why not?” asked he, with a stare, picking up her para- sol, and supposing it was his cane. «She will not run away,” rejoined the wife. ‘‘ An hour hence will do as well. We came here on a particular errand, you know.” He was excited, and irritated besides. «<A week hence will do as well for that,” turning part of her speech upon her. ‘¢ Vascar must sit for his picture.” Gomicbooks:co